Page 77 of The Sterling Acquisition
Christ almighty.The sight of those tears went straight to Dante’s cock, something primal and possessive roaring to life in his chest.He’s so responsive. So perfect. Look what you do to him.
Orion blinked rapidly, then swung again at Dante, his movements uncoordinated from the heat coursing through his system. Dante easily sidestepped the clumsy punch, and Orion stumbled forward, off-balance. His hands shot out to catch himself, grabbing onto Dante’s shirt. The fabric tore under his grip, buttons scattering across the van floor as the shirt split open.
“Impatient,” Dante observed with dark amusement, though his voice was rougher now. “Though I don’t think that was intentional.”
Nothing about this is intentional anymore,he realized.We’re both just biology and want and need. And my hindbrain is loving every second of it.
Dante took advantage of Orion’s unsteady state, yanking his shirt over his head in one violent motion. The fabric caught on Orion’s arms, briefly binding him, and Dante bit down on his exposed shoulder hard enough to leave a perfect impression of his teeth before yanking the shirt the rest of the way off.Now we’re even.
“Give it back,” Orion demanded breathlessly, grabbing at the discarded shirt. When Dante held it out of reach, Orion shoved him hard with both hands.
Dante used the momentum to spin Orion around and slam him against the opposite wall of the van. The impact sent organized trays of baked goods tumbling, filling the air with the scent of scattered pastries and crushed croissants.
Well, there goes Labrador’s legitimate cargo,Dante thought.Not that he’ll be needing it.
“We can do this dance as long as it takes,” Dante teased as he pinned Orion’s wrists above his head. “I’ve got all day.”
“You’re an asshole,” Orion snapped, his chest heaving against Dante’s. “And I’m not going to submit just because you helped me escape. This doesn’t change anything.”
It changes everything.Dante kept the thought to himself and just smiled. “We’ll see about that.”
Orion’s answer was to grab Dante’s hair and yank his head back, exposing his throat. His bite was vicious, designed to hurt, and Dante’s responding groan was completely involuntary. The pain-pleasure combination sent a surge through him so strong it nearly buckled his knees.
“Fuck,” Dante breathed, his hands tightening on Orion’s hips hard enough to bruise. He shoved Orion’s pants down roughly, not bothering with finesse. “You want to mark me? Go ahead. But I’m going to return the favor.”
Orion clawed at Dante’s chest, leaving red welts across his skin. Dante retaliated by biting down on Orion’s collarbone again, hard enough to make him cry out. Every movement was a negotiation of dominance.
“That’s it,” Dante encouraged, his voice rough with want. “Show me how much you hate needing this.”
But you do need it,the primitive part of his brain whispered.Just like I need to give it to you.
Orion’s response was to sink his teeth into Dante’s shoulder again, worrying at the skin like he was trying to tear flesh. The pain shot straight to Dante’s cock, and he ground against Orion’s hip, letting him feel how much he was enjoying the violence.
“There is something wrong with you,” Orion gasped, but his arousal was evident too, pressed hot and hard against Dante’s thigh.
“Says the man who’s dripping for me,” Dante shot back, his hand wrapping around Orion’s cock. Orion’s hips jerk forward involuntarily, as a broken sound escaping his throat.
This is what I wanted,Dante thought as he watched Orion’s face contort with pleasure and fury, drinking in every expression, every sound.Not the corporate-approved version, not the sanitized extraction. This—him fighting me, wanting me, falling apart for me.
“Let go or I’ll bite every one of your fucking fingers off,” Orion snapped, even as he thrust his hips forward into Dante’s grip.
Such creative threats,Dante thought as he undid his own pants with his other hand.Let’s test that resolve.
Dante pulled his cock out, gathering his own precum on his fingers before swiping through the slick between Orion’s thighs, then jammed his fingers into Orion’s mouth.
“Do it,” Dante dared. “Bite me.”
A wild look overcame Orion’s face, something feral and desperate that made Dante wonder if he had miscalculated. Then, without warning, Orion’s lips closed around Dante’s fingers, sucking instinctively. A low moan vibrated around the digits.He’s drunk on the taste of us together.
And I’m drunk on watching him give in,Dante realized.I need to feel his mouth on me.
Dante took advantage of the momentary lapse in judgment, his free hand pressing down on Orion’s shoulder, guiding him to his knees. “That’s better,” he murmured. “Much better.”
Orion looked up at him, suddenly uncertain, the pheromone-drunk haze clearing just enough for genuine trepidation to show in his eyes. His hands hovered uncertainly, and for the first time since Dante had known him, Orion looked lost. So beautifully lost, tears on his cheeks, blood on his lips, the constellation of bruisesand bites and raised flesh all over a body that belonged in a painting and a fighting pit all at once.
I’m never going to forget this sight,Dante thought, his entire nervous system practically humming.He’s breathtaking like this.
“I don’t...” Orion’s voice was barely a whisper.